Aria's POV
The call came through at six in the morning—too early for good news.
I'd barely managed three hours of sleep after last night's phone call with Damian, still flushed and restless from what we'd done across that screen.
When Victor's name flashed across my phone, that post-orgasm haze evaporated instantly.
"Lucas is in trouble," he said without preamble. No greeting. No small talk. Just the blunt edge of Pack business delivered like a blade between the ribs.
I sat up fast enough to make my head spin. "What happened?"
"He was in Italy yesterday—business deal, routine stuff. He was supposed to fly back last night." Victor's voice was tight, controlled in that way that meant he was barely holding his wolf back. "Italian authorities detained him at the airport. Th
